Chapter 262: No One Remembers the Lamp’s Name

Lin Dong-Xue revealed that the confidential materials found on Hou Yue’s computer had prompted the hefty payment from the president, likely both as a reward and to keep him quiet.

Thus, those privy to the secret had perished, yet Hou Yue remained alive.

The police discovered that these files were scheduled to be sent to several newspapers, but fortunately, they managed to cancel the send timer in time.

The contents detailed Yuhua Company’s financial performance over the past decade, along with a profit and cost calculation algorithm. Aside from a few details, it confirmed Chen Shi’s suspicions: Yuhua Company accounted for the lives lost due to toxic ingredients as a controllable expense.

In the office, as they reviewed this information, Lin Qiu-Pu remarked, “This is terrifying! If this got out to the press, it could cause widespread panic. We should consult the chief. But with this evidence, it looks like the executives at Yuhua can’t escape. I still wonder, what’s with the ‘fake Chen Shi’ who died?”

Peng Si-Jue explained, “From the autopsy, he seems to have been a victim, perhaps killed to silence him after he stumbled onto this secret.”

“No, the person Hou Yue wanted to kill was me!” Chen Shi pointed at himself.

“And he killed someone who looks just like you? That’s too much of a coincidence,” Lin Qiu-Pu said, his eyes still hinting at doubt.

“Some things are so coincidental they can’t be explained.”

Lin Qiu-Pu was still skeptical, but with the DNA results clear, he conceded, “I’ll coordinate with the Drug Administration and Economic Police, and also consult the chief about arresting these scoundrels.”

Lin Dong-Xue suddenly asked, “After consulting the chief, will this be made public?”

“Most likely not. How could we disclose such a thing? Do you know how many people in the country use Yuhua’s drugs? It would create a huge panic.”

“The panic is because Yuhua Company did these despicable deeds. We can’t just focus on treating the symptoms without addressing the cause. The public has a right to know.”

“Wait till you’re chief to voice personal opinions! Enough looking…” Lin Qiu-Pu shut the laptop. “Get back to your duties; there’s plenty more to do! Chen, you started this; you help too.”

“Thanks for this,” Chen said.

“Don’t mention it.”

After Lin Qiu-Pu left, Lin Dong-Xue remained troubled, “I really don’t want to see this swept under the rug, as if it never happened.”

“From Lin’s position, he has to consider all aspects,” Peng Si-Jue noted.

“He’ll be back soon, and might delete the computer data. Do you guys plan on…” Chen instigated, “Behind every shocking news story is a brave whistleblower.”

Peng Si-Jue responded, “The chief hasn’t issued his order yet; leaking this would only be taking initiative, not disobeying orders.”

“So, you guys are planning to do the bad deed!” Lin Dong-Xue joked.

Chen opened the laptop, which was password protected. Peng Si-Jue tried Lin Qiu-Pu’s birthday; it didn’t work. Lin Dong-Xue suggested her own birthday, and it surprisingly worked.

“Lin is really a…” Chen started.

“I’ll smack you!” Lin Dong-Xue, blushing, threatened.

“Okay, okay, not saying it! Let me just find the files…” Chen packaged the files, sending them through his email to Lawyer Liu, hesitating just before sending, “You guys should go; I’m not a cop, it won’t matter.”

“Whether you’re a cop or not, leaking this is no small matter,” Peng Si-Jue covered Chen’s mouse-holding hand, “I can’t let you carry this alone.”

“Peng…” Chen looked at him moved, “Why are your hands so cold?”

“Just finished an autopsy.”

“I’m in this too. If Lin gets mad, I’ll take the heat!” Lin Dong-Xue said enthusiastically, placing her hand over Peng Si-Jue’s.

“Who knows how mad he’ll be,” Chen chuckled.

“Send it!”

Chen clicked send, igniting a national bombshell, without regret. His belief that justice and order were the lamps illuminating society fueled his return to the police force. While few remembered the names of these lamps, his existence helped light the world a little better.

In a dark room, a young man checked his face in the mirror repeatedly, finally punching it in anger, his fist bloody from the shattered glass.

Sitting at his computer, he typed, “Well done!”

A reply soon appeared on the dark screen, “My DNA might have been seized by the police; they’ll know who I am soon.”

After a pause, the other side typed, “Planning to flee?”

“No more